[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is walking down a set of wooden stairs from Tyrava’s door. Someone’s legs are visible just inside the doorway, one sandaled shoe just sticking out into the sunlight.] We tried talking Tom into modeling on the new stairs I just built for Tyrava, but that was … ineffective.
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[A vintage, eight-paned window, the frame painted green, leans against a pallet; behind it is an equally vintage window screen the same size.] Also a window, but that’s going in later.
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[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is hunkered up in Tyrava’s doorway, looking outside. Past him, on the ground, is the framed-out floor I’ve been mostly not working on.] Okay, he hasn’t actually been around town at all, because mostly all we do in town is shopping trips, & he’s not really into those. Although
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[Loiosh is curled up on my bed, head tucked into the lap of a toy orange cat.] He won’t admit it, but he really does like his little Jorts toy. He’s been spending a lot of his days outside — fear not, the nearest road is half a mile away, the nearest people not much
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[Seen across a mostly-barren field, a big grey pickup truck is towing a really big trailer with a forty foot long, mustard yellow container on it.] … okay, it actually showed up weeks ago, but I’ve been SO BUSY just trying to 1) build a house, 2) shove stuff into the container in a way
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